On the day we got our marriage certificate, the rich and beautiful woman left my mom on the side of the road

The day I was supposed to marry Brittany Sterling, the heiress, she ditched me and my mom on some backroad to go chase after her childhood sweetheart.

My mom had a heart attack, and I was begging her to come back and help us.

Brittany just hung up on me, "Oh, here we go again. Every time I'm busy, your mom fakes a heart attack. You guys are such drama queens!"

My mom passed away while we were waiting for help.

That night, one of our mutual friends posted a pic on Insta with the caption: "Childhood sweethearts are the real deal!"

The picture showed Brittany sitting on her childhood friend's lap, his hand on her waist, way too cozy.

I gave it a deadpan like and commented, "So this is what you were busy with?"

The friend just mocked me, “It was just Truth or Dare, dude! Don't be such a sore loser."

Brittany acted like it was no big deal.

But when I ghosted them both, things went sideways real fast.

…

"Brittany, we're done."

After sorting through my mom's stuff, I texted Brittany. No emotion, just the words.

Brittany thought I was throwing a hissy fit and posted our texts to her Insta story: "OMG, talk about being a drama queen. Guess he learned from someone."

Her friends jumped in with comments:

"Like mother, like son, I guess. He's probably just as trashy as his mama."

"He's just a simp, acting like he's the prize."

"Don't let him off easy, B! Show him who's boss!"

Brittany laughed and replied, "Oh, I won't."

I punched the picture frame so hard, it shattered. Blood seeped from my knuckles. My picture with Brittany, in pieces.

I'd been with Brittany for six years, doting on her, treating her like a princess.

She was from old money. I was just working-class. The designer bags she wanted? I had to work my tail off to save up for them.

But seeing her smile was enough to make me work three jobs. Calluses and blisters on my hands? Didn't matter.

I put her on a pedestal. I knew she had a sensitive system, so during flu season, when meds were sold out, I got it for her even while I was running a fever.

And how does Brittany repay me? By blowing my money on shopping sprees and secretly funneling cash into her childhood friend, Mark Benson's, new start up.

My mom, God bless her, emptied out her savings because Brittany said she wanted a big wedding. My mom wanted everything to be perfect for her.

And then, the day we’re supposed to get the marriage license, Brittany gets a call from Mark and dumps me and my mom on the side of a deserted highway.

I tried to grab her arm, "We haven’t even gotten our license…”

She shook me off, started the car, "Mark is back, he needs me. It's tough starting a business, you know."

“Don’t worry, I'll be right back.”

I looked her in the eyes, "Brittany, you walk out now, we are done!"

Brittany just gave me this look, like she was so sure, "You can't live without me, Jason Carter."

That hit me hard. I stood there frozen.

My mom saw Brittany ditch us for another guy and had a heart attack, right there ...